But there was nothing he could do, their conversations disintegrating,

and he never changed a word, not intentionally, for 32 years.

By then his daughter had left for school in a foreign country, to study

languages. His wife was working as a doctor in North Africa.

He had the dog, Lily, who ate with him at the table. He served her

on the good china, and she seemed to understand all seven languages.

Then one day, after Lily grew ill and died, it happened.

The diplomat said, “We will not stand for this! We have boats full

of heat-seeking missiles ready to destroy you.” He translated, unwavering,

“We will send boats full of flowers on your country’s birthday.”

The other party looked bewildered, “We can annihilate your half of the world.”

He said, “The mothers in your country are the most beautiful in the world.”

After a few murmurs the diplomats figured it out. It would take more

than language to fix their conversation. They decided he’d gone senile,

retired him at 62. He wasn’t sad to go, but he had nothing

left to do—everything had worked up to that one moment.

Seven months later he died, before the end of the war and before

any end was in sight. I sometimes feel sad he couldn’t see the solution,

but it wasn’t about flowers or mothers anyway, and now a new war’s on,

one he couldn’t translate for. He only knew seven languages.

“The Story of My Father” originally appeared in Harpur Palate and also in Towline (Cloudbank Books 2016)

Holly Karapetkova’s poetry, prose, and translations from the Bulgarian have appeared recently in Alaska Quarterly Review, Prairie Schooner, Drunken Boat, and many other places. Her second book, Towline, won the Vern Rutsala Poetry Contest and is available from Cloudbank Books. Find her online at karapetkova.com.

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